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This is the page of Erin the Annoyed

Well, This is where I will Vent and Rant and Yell. I'll probably bore you to hell so you might as well leave now.

I just want to take this opportunity to thank you for visiting my page. Unless you're David, Andrea or Keith, I'm extremely impressed.

Oh, and by the way, this stupid computer isn't following my perfect linking instructions so you'll just have to scroll down like the rest of us. Boo-hoo.



So you know what pisses me right off?
Stereotypes.
Like typecasting, for example. How fair is it to look at someone and immedeately think you know everything about them? Like when you see someone wearing those stupid hip-hugger pants and you automatically assume, "Whoa, there's a moron". Or a person who wears all black so you presume that they are a goth and listen to Marilyn Manson and sacrifice cats at night in their backyards and so why should you brake if they cross the street in front of your car? It was an accident, officer, I swear! Or if you see these two losers publicly displaying their affection in the mall or something and they're only twelve for God's sake. Like, oh my god! Get a room! How do these kids even know what affection is? They probably couldn't even spell affection. Then again, there are probably a lot of 20-year-olds who can't spell affection. That's a stereotype.

Racism
This is a BIG turn-off for me, let me tell you. I mean yeah sure, pride in one's heritage is great, but ultranationalism is what starts World Wars. Where's the good in that? So it really pisses me off- actually no, it really Scares me when I hear these stupid girls blabbing on about how Orientals are so great. Ooh wow, chance just happened to place your soul in a body whose ancestral breeding provides the host with darker skin and thicker hair and those oriental type eyes. Wow, lucky you. Aren't you superior. We're all really impressed down here, let me tell you. And people who refer to groups of people as 'browns' or 'blacks' or crap like that. No, actually, it's not O.K. if you're a visible minority. You know, 'cause going around thinking you're so great if you're East Indian, that's the same as belonging to a White Power group. "No, it's different if we believe in Brown Power..." Uh, no, actually it's it not. It's exactly the same. You know? Like people will go nuts if anyone talks about having an all 'white' schools because that's racism and bigotry and oh my god you're all nazi's! But it's only right to offer those of African heritage an exclusive institution. Because that's not racism, that's...uh...that's ...-freedom of association. BULLS#IT. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to put down those of certain race or color or whatever. I laughed my a$$ off when the Blues Brothers kept ruining the Illinois Nazi plans. But when you're in a school or social or any kind of environment and people become noticeably friendlier (i.e. less hostile) when they find out you have any kind of non-white heritage, that's retarted.

Hypocrisy
This one kind of goes along with the first two and if you didn't read them then go do that right now! The nerve! Anyway, it's different though in the fact that this is the reason that I get so pissed off at myself all the time. I mean I, like most other decent beings, try to improve my own life and the lives of others around me as best I can, but with that said, It's damn near impossible to accomplish both. Cause for some stupid reason, selfishness and greed and confusion decide to interfere. It's not like I'm claiming to be Mother Theresa or anything, I'm a real jerk alot of the time. But I don't usually go out of my way to ruin someone's day. But I do tend to put my needs first. So what, I'm human. Big deal. What was the point of this again? Oh right, hypocrisy. Uh...Oh, like in that GOD-awful book David Copperfield (yeah, so it was well written, the only reason it's famous is because it's so old and boring that people assume that it must be good because hey, if a mother named her son after it and he turned out to be a famous magician, that must mean that it's a good book!) with that stupid Uriah Heep always claiming to be so very humble all the time. Arrgghh! That drove me crazy! And there are so many people like that! Including ME! Like how I openly despise people whose only staple for life is gossip, but I gladly listen to and spread evil rumors about these hateful people! It's not fair. It sucks. And so do people who wear 'Alberta Girls Kick @ss!' T-Shirts. Oh, and there I go again.

Stupid Words
Is Inconograghical a word? I just don't know. I will die with that cursed word on my lips and I won't know what the hell I mean or if I even mean anything. Thanks a lot, fate. You suck.

Oh, and see if you know this one...
Is it 1)Awckward, 2)Awkward, 3)Ackward, 4)Awcward or 5)Who Cares?

Well, I do, you jerk.

And another thing is the stupid 'i' before 'e' rule. What about 'their'? Where's the 'c' there, Mr. Dictionary?

But I digress... is it perfume from a dress?
(haha)
(a small T.S. Elliot joke there for the boys up at Balfour House).

Jerks
What is a jerk? Well, inquisitive stranger, I'm glad you asked that question. A jerk is someone who looks like this...
no, I'm just kidding. I could get in big trouble for putting up someone's picture there, now couldn't I? But really. Jerks are all around us. They lurk in the darkest corners and eat the leftovers that even your dog will not touch. They make crude jokes that no one else understands and laugh at them. They sneakily get you to do stuff for them under the guise that they will someday repay you. Not that you require payment or anything, but a smile and a nod would be nice every once in a while. I mean, no one in recorded history has ever died from a tarantula bite, so I seriously doubt that a smile could do that much damage. Jerks do not care for anyone but themselves. This is not to say that they will kill anyone to protect their own interests or anything, on the contrary, true jerks are more likely to cower and lie, cheat or steal to avoid any pain whatsoever. This includes guilt resulting from any pain they may inflict on others during their selfish quest to avoid pain. And despite the apparent complexity of that last point, being a jerk is not hard. But neither is it contagious, meaning that any jerk-type actions on one's part is solely based on their inability to take responsibility for their actions. Jerks are very immature. And not necessarily mentally immature. Many intelligent people are jerks. But they are also either emotionally immature (i.e. prone to revenge), socially immature (i.e. "he started it") or they have pour spelling. (Just kidding). Most jerks don't even realise that they're doing anything. Which makes it worse because a jerk will not apologise for anything he has done. Jerks are very self-righteous. They always try to find a way to be either a martyr or a hero or a victim, but they anger or panic when they find no sympathy. In this way, jerks are to be pitied. They are destined to live their lives out unhappy, always striving to justify themselves to themselves. Then, when they have done that, they srive to justify themselves to others. Then, when they have done that, they must rejustify themselves to themselves again because of something they have done along the way. Absolute jerks are absolutely arrogant. They display emotions other than those of indignation and condescention only with great difficulty. True jerks don't care who they hurt as long as they are convinced they are right. So far, there is no prescribed treatment for jerks other than sudden revelation or shock of finding oneself totally alone. But the cure is out there. Somewhere. I hope.

Classical Literature
What can I say. Classical Literature is one of my ultimate enemies. Like Salt and Vinegar chips. But really, waht's so grrrreat(!) about the classics? They suck! Admit it, they do. I mean, eventually you will find yourself looking at a stranger from across a crowded room...(some enchanted evening)...and you'll go over and try to strike up a friendly conversation, but to my dissapointment, this person will be one of those book elitist type idiots who love to discuss the implications of a hayloft in Moll Flanders. Oh my God. I tried reading the classics, I did. I struggled through David Copperfield . I dragged through Vanity Fair. I even stayed awake during most of Jane Eyre. Sado-Masochism, step aside! There's a new sheriff in town! Sheriff loser Fitzgerald! (of The Great Gatsby. Sure the title's interesting, but don't be fooled like I was.) Ugh. These books are so stupid. It sure must have been easy to get a book published in the good old days, let me tell you. Of course it's just me, I mean, what do I know? I'll tell you what I know- I know that even an eight year old has better sense than to write six pages about how a boy is so engrossed by a girl right down to her gloves. Romantic nothing. Redundancy, it seems indeed spans the ages. Then again, I loved Les Miserables. There's that hypocrisy again. But then, how do you know that I really don't hate these books? That I in fact love and promote them? Maybe this whole rant was just a clever ruse on my part to get you intrigued with how bad I say they are. So that you'll remember the titles and one day you'll idly stumble across one and think, "Hey, this is one of those books that that crazy chick from the Internet was blabbing on about!" (and you'll say "chick" too, just because you're so cool.) And you won't be able to stop yourself from picking them up because you're Just So Curious! I guess you'll never know. Only I do. And I'm not telling. No way, man. Never. Well maybe -NO! Forget it. No Chance. Oh, and while I'm at it, The Great Escape really sucked too. (hehe)



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